"Chapter 9 is your father..."
"No! That's not true! That's impossible!"
"Search your feelings, you know it's true."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Heehee... I'm weird. By now, I think that you already know that Rickstardo and Sparkle are the MC's (main characters) of this FanFic, right? If you didn't... well, now you know.
The following chapter is mostly self-dialog, and it might give you a faint clue on who Rick and Spark really are... but it's really, really faint.
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah, I don't own anything here except you-know- who, blah, blah. There.
-------------------------------- Part 9
"Oh, lookit! It's the closet!" Spark cried out.
"SSHHH! I know it's the closet!" Timmy said in a hushed voice. "I just said so!"
". . . you did?" Her brother stared harshly at her and she immediately flinched. "O-Oh! Yeah, you did."
'Funny how Sparkle has less trouble recalling things when her brother is there to manipulate,' Timmy thought. From now on, he would know better than to seperate them. It's almost like having Cosmo without Wanda. 'Hmmm.....'
~*~*~*~ (Sparkle's POV) ~*~*~*~
The kid with the pink hat, uh-- what's-his-name, went inside the closet door. You know, I honestly don't understand how this is helping us with finding our-
"Hey! I found it!" The boy walked out the door, waving some paper stuff over his head. "My homework! It's all here! You were right!" he said to me.
YIPPIE!! I was right. . . about what?
"Great! Now we get out of here," Wanda started.
"... get your dad off the rooftop before he's electrocuted," continued Cosmo.
"... and you can turn in your homework." Wanda finished.
Ohh, right... I was right about the homework.
Alright, wait. Let's clear some things up before this plot moves on. First of all, I'm not stupid. I don't know if you were thinking that or not, but if you were... I'm not. My brother says I'm insane, but frankly I don't see that as a bad thing. I just can't remember stuff without help. That's why Ma told Rickstardo to always stay with me, until I get married or somethin' like that. Heheh... it's almost funny, 'cuz that means Rick can't live on his own until I do! Sometimes I feel that I'll never find a spouse...
... but then I remember Ma and Daddy. If those two can live together, then anything is possible.
And I also seem to be getting off the subject a little, am I? My point is made: I'm not stupid; just insane. Ok, back to reality-- hey! Where did everybody go?!
"Spark! Get moving! We're over here!" Rick called out from another room. So I *poofed* myself there. Heheheh... poof... I like that word.
"Why didn't you guys take me with you?!" I said rather upset.
"We told you to follow us! But you were just standing there, staring at nothing!" The Tommy boy said. Man, I keep forgetting that I space out when I talk you myself or you.
"Oh, sorry. Just talking to the readers." Oops, shouldn't have said that...
Tommy, Wanda and Rick looked at me like if I was crazy.
"What readers?!" Rick blurted out. "Man, Spark! Can't you concentrate for more than 2 minutes? This isn't a TV show or a scripted story! This is REAL LIFE!"
Crickets: 'chirp chirp chirp'
Umm. . . yeah.
~*~*~*~ (End of Sparkle's POV) ~*~*~*~
"Now that we got that covered, can we please get out of here?!" Timmy urged to Cosmo and Wanda.
"Magic words?" Wanda sing-songed.
"I wish we were all back home!"
The wands glowed and tingled. . . then a zap and a farty sound ((A/N: don't know how else I can describe that oh-so familiar noise)) was heard.
"Well, that's unusual..." Wanda muttered, inspecting the wand.
"Yeah," Cosmo agreed. "Usually I just hear the farty noise... what was that other sound?"
Suddenly, out of some hidden speakers, a loud, booming voice filled the room.
"Haha! You have reached the end of the rope, Turner!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAHH!! It's the Grim Reaper!!" Cosmo and Spark both cried out and hid behind Timmy.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Timmy shouted and scowled.
"Thanks to my newest invention, I am able to put a stop to any magical activity in the building!" Crocker's voice started to fade. He was coming their way!
Behind Timmy, Cosmo was shaking like a leaf and Sparkle - her hands clasped together and her eyes tightly shut - was muttering something, quietly and nervously.
". . . oh please, Mr. Reaper! Give us three more hours; just three! I beg you! Please don't call The Fates. We're almost finished and we're going home! Don't kill them..."
Timmy didn't know if he should take this as a random act of insanity, or not. It sounded rather honest and in a tone of voice he had not heard Sparkle talk in. She sounded very scared and meek. Like a little child pleading forgiveness to an unforgiving parent.
But Timmy had no time to think about that, for he saw a shadow looming near them.
"Quick! Hide!" he hissed.
And they did. Quickly disguising themselves as boxes, the fairies left Timmy facing Mr. Crocker. He flinched at his teacher's sinister smirk. And Crocker held some sort of thingamajiger and was looking around for the 'children' that accompanied Timmy.
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Not that funny, but this fic really wasn't meant to be funny anyway. R/R!!!
Timmy's cornered! Sparkle's acting weird! And I have to get ready to leave for Puerto Rico! So, it looks like the next chapter will be here... **counting** let's see, seven times two, plus three, starting in-GASP!
Looks like the next chapter will be coming to you in August! Man... that's a long wait, at least for me.
Before I go, mind if I ask you a strange request? I'm doing a survey:
If there was a 'COSMOpolitian Magazine' (about Cosmo, get it?), what sort of articles would it have? Or recipies and polls and other stuff you find at magazines? In your review, write down what you think.
Until next time! Adiós!
"No! That's not true! That's impossible!"
"Search your feelings, you know it's true."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Heehee... I'm weird. By now, I think that you already know that Rickstardo and Sparkle are the MC's (main characters) of this FanFic, right? If you didn't... well, now you know.
The following chapter is mostly self-dialog, and it might give you a faint clue on who Rick and Spark really are... but it's really, really faint.
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah, I don't own anything here except you-know- who, blah, blah. There.
-------------------------------- Part 9
"Oh, lookit! It's the closet!" Spark cried out.
"SSHHH! I know it's the closet!" Timmy said in a hushed voice. "I just said so!"
". . . you did?" Her brother stared harshly at her and she immediately flinched. "O-Oh! Yeah, you did."
'Funny how Sparkle has less trouble recalling things when her brother is there to manipulate,' Timmy thought. From now on, he would know better than to seperate them. It's almost like having Cosmo without Wanda. 'Hmmm.....'
~*~*~*~ (Sparkle's POV) ~*~*~*~
The kid with the pink hat, uh-- what's-his-name, went inside the closet door. You know, I honestly don't understand how this is helping us with finding our-
"Hey! I found it!" The boy walked out the door, waving some paper stuff over his head. "My homework! It's all here! You were right!" he said to me.
YIPPIE!! I was right. . . about what?
"Great! Now we get out of here," Wanda started.
"... get your dad off the rooftop before he's electrocuted," continued Cosmo.
"... and you can turn in your homework." Wanda finished.
Ohh, right... I was right about the homework.
Alright, wait. Let's clear some things up before this plot moves on. First of all, I'm not stupid. I don't know if you were thinking that or not, but if you were... I'm not. My brother says I'm insane, but frankly I don't see that as a bad thing. I just can't remember stuff without help. That's why Ma told Rickstardo to always stay with me, until I get married or somethin' like that. Heheh... it's almost funny, 'cuz that means Rick can't live on his own until I do! Sometimes I feel that I'll never find a spouse...
... but then I remember Ma and Daddy. If those two can live together, then anything is possible.
And I also seem to be getting off the subject a little, am I? My point is made: I'm not stupid; just insane. Ok, back to reality-- hey! Where did everybody go?!
"Spark! Get moving! We're over here!" Rick called out from another room. So I *poofed* myself there. Heheheh... poof... I like that word.
"Why didn't you guys take me with you?!" I said rather upset.
"We told you to follow us! But you were just standing there, staring at nothing!" The Tommy boy said. Man, I keep forgetting that I space out when I talk you myself or you.
"Oh, sorry. Just talking to the readers." Oops, shouldn't have said that...
Tommy, Wanda and Rick looked at me like if I was crazy.
"What readers?!" Rick blurted out. "Man, Spark! Can't you concentrate for more than 2 minutes? This isn't a TV show or a scripted story! This is REAL LIFE!"
Crickets: 'chirp chirp chirp'
Umm. . . yeah.
~*~*~*~ (End of Sparkle's POV) ~*~*~*~
"Now that we got that covered, can we please get out of here?!" Timmy urged to Cosmo and Wanda.
"Magic words?" Wanda sing-songed.
"I wish we were all back home!"
The wands glowed and tingled. . . then a zap and a farty sound ((A/N: don't know how else I can describe that oh-so familiar noise)) was heard.
"Well, that's unusual..." Wanda muttered, inspecting the wand.
"Yeah," Cosmo agreed. "Usually I just hear the farty noise... what was that other sound?"
Suddenly, out of some hidden speakers, a loud, booming voice filled the room.
"Haha! You have reached the end of the rope, Turner!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAHH!! It's the Grim Reaper!!" Cosmo and Spark both cried out and hid behind Timmy.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Timmy shouted and scowled.
"Thanks to my newest invention, I am able to put a stop to any magical activity in the building!" Crocker's voice started to fade. He was coming their way!
Behind Timmy, Cosmo was shaking like a leaf and Sparkle - her hands clasped together and her eyes tightly shut - was muttering something, quietly and nervously.
". . . oh please, Mr. Reaper! Give us three more hours; just three! I beg you! Please don't call The Fates. We're almost finished and we're going home! Don't kill them..."
Timmy didn't know if he should take this as a random act of insanity, or not. It sounded rather honest and in a tone of voice he had not heard Sparkle talk in. She sounded very scared and meek. Like a little child pleading forgiveness to an unforgiving parent.
But Timmy had no time to think about that, for he saw a shadow looming near them.
"Quick! Hide!" he hissed.
And they did. Quickly disguising themselves as boxes, the fairies left Timmy facing Mr. Crocker. He flinched at his teacher's sinister smirk. And Crocker held some sort of thingamajiger and was looking around for the 'children' that accompanied Timmy.
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Not that funny, but this fic really wasn't meant to be funny anyway. R/R!!!
Timmy's cornered! Sparkle's acting weird! And I have to get ready to leave for Puerto Rico! So, it looks like the next chapter will be here... **counting** let's see, seven times two, plus three, starting in-GASP!
Looks like the next chapter will be coming to you in August! Man... that's a long wait, at least for me.
Before I go, mind if I ask you a strange request? I'm doing a survey:
If there was a 'COSMOpolitian Magazine' (about Cosmo, get it?), what sort of articles would it have? Or recipies and polls and other stuff you find at magazines? In your review, write down what you think.
Until next time! Adiós!